The Clamour of the Lamb
As Cill Rialaig—the artist’s retreat on the beautiful and rugged Ballinskelligs Peninsula―celebrates twenty-years in existence I can’t help thinking about my lamb. We first became acquainted when I arrived for a fortnight’s stay in what was once an Irish famine village but has become a favourite haunt for artists and the occasional writer, like myself. Tiny and orphaned, standing on skinny, determined legs, my lamb greeted me with a bleat when I pulled up outside my allocated